Keep walking.

Either you don't see anyone you know that well, or you feel like keeping this walk private. You continue down the street, through the crowd, and just take time to enjoy the sights. You mind your own business until something peculiar occurs.

A hand wraps around your mouth and an arm covers your body as you pass by an alley of one of the more empty areas of town. Nobody sees a thing as you're swiftly taken into the shadows and around behind a building--pressed against the cold wooden wall. It all happens so fast that you figure this person to have the most skillful hands you've ever seen. Your arms become bound by rope behind your back and tape covers your mouth.

Before you is a woman. Her hair curls in at her neck and is a pale blond, while her eyes shimmer green. The strangest thing is that two feline ears, covered in fur to match her hair, protrude from the top of her head. Even a tail snakes out from her lower back and melodically waves back and forth.

You know this to be a catkin. They're often not smiled upon due to their feral ways. They aren't always dangerous, but they certainly can be.

Your eyes move down and inspect her. She's wearing short black boots with no socks. Her hips are covered only by a slim pair of black, frilly panties. Her body, though not muscular, is visibly fit, and above her flat stomach is a pair of tits covered by a black, frilly bra. Their kind isn't known to wear much.

She holds your chest with both arms and grins.

"Shh. Keep calm. I'm just going to take what I want and let you go, mkay?"

You feel her hand slide down your thigh and into your pants pocket. It fiddles around, as it's empty, bringing her fingers incredibly close to your growing cock. You can't help it. Her touch is growing close, and her body is barely clothed. From the looks of things, her chest is a C cup and almost fully there for you to see.

Her hand brushes the side of your cock. If it wasn't before, it's certainly fully erect now.

"Nothing," she mutters and then is about to slip a hand into the other pocket.

She looks up to you. You didn't mean to, but you're visible cringing. The magical touch has been stroking your cock up and down for some time, and with this girl here, you're beginning to worry what might happen. She's definitely sexy as hell.

"Are you... getting excite?" she asks and then snickers. "Wow. I didn't think humans had so little self control."

She bites her lip and takes a short step back. With one hand, she slides over the smooth skin of her cleavage. She brings her fingers along the top of her bra and tugs down slightly, squishing and shifting her full breasts in front of you and teasing a lot more than that.

You fidget and start to panic, and from how she reacts, it shows.

"Is this making you that uncomfortable? How do you even function on a normal day?" She smirks. "Now you have me interested."

Purring, she turns around and brushes her rear softly against your loins. She keeps her head turned slightly to watch you. Like a cat, she rubs up against you, though mostly against your struggling and rock hard shaft. Feeling the arousal build, you try to shuffle away.